Her Lian
編集者: Henyee Translations
Qiao Mu was startled. She looked up at him. "You made it?"
"Mhm!" Mo Lian nodded while smiling. "Qiaoqiao gave me a pot of flowers, so I of course have to give you a return gift."
Qiao Mu pursed her lips. She silently reached out and took that engraved tin from his hands and expressionlessly stuffed it into her own waist purse.
Mo Lian chuckled and picked up the little fellow all of a sudden. "Qiaoqiao, are you happy?"
"I'm alright." Qiao Mu nodded and responded with an animated look.
Mo Lian laughed heartily as he ran deep into the forest with the little fellow in his arms.
"We'll set up camp here tonight."
What he didn't say was that after his little emperor darling's huge commotion just now, it was certain that no spiritual beast nor mystic beast would be so blind as to enter their camp and seek their deaths after it got dark.
"Phew…" Zou Huan and them all heaved a sigh of relief. It was only now that they recovered her wits.